Harmony Estelle Dove aka Harmony Dove is an Ever After High OC. She is a Royal. Harmony Dove may not be used by others, without permission.
As the next White Dove princess, Harmony Dove TRIES to be courteous and elegant. She strives to be the best possible princess but knows that she will never be perfect. Harmony Dove is a little wary of Rebels that are hateful and jealous of Royals because she wants everyone to get along, even though she understands that would be a miracle. She isn't super popular (like Apple White) but she still has many friends (like Ashlynn Ella). Harmony Dove doesn't even care that she is popular, she just likes fitting in. She has a few Rebel friends but mainly has Royals as her friends. Harmony tries to be nice to everyone but some people just creep her out and she doesn't like them. Once in a while, she can come across as snobbish. People later realize she is not snobbish at all. She is nervous when making new Rebel friends because she doesn't know their everyone's personalities. She enjoys flying in her dove form because the wind sifting through her feathers gives her a sense of freedom. Normally, she can make herself turn back into a human, but sometimes it takes a kiss from a prince.
Fairytale - The White DoveEdit
A king had two sons. They were a pair of reckless fellows, who always had something foolish to do. One day they rowed out alone on the sea in a little boat. It was beautiful weather when they set out, but as soon as they had got some distance from the shore there arose a terrific storm. The oars went overboard at once, and the little boat was tossed about on the rolling billows like a nut-shell. The princes had to hold fast by the seats to keep from being thrown out of the boat.
In the midst of all this they met a wonderful vessel--it was a dough-trough, in which there sat an old woman. She called to them, and said that she could get them to shore alive if they would promise her the son that was next to come to their mother the queen. 'We can't do that,' shouted the princes; 'he doesn't belong to us so we can't give him away.'
'Then you can rot at the bottom of the sea, both of you,' said the old woman; 'and perhaps it may be the case that your mother would rather keep the two sons she has than the one she hasn't got yet.'
Then she rowed away in her dough-trough, while the storm howled still louder than before, and the water dashed over their boat until it was almost sinking. Then the princes thought that there was something in what the old woman had said about their mother, and being, of course, eager to save their lives, they shouted to her, and promised that she should have their brother if she would deliver them from this danger. As soon as they had done so the storm ceased and the waves fell. The boat drove ashore below their father's castle, and both princes were received with open arms by their father and mother, who had suffered great anxiety for them.
The two brothers said nothing about what they had promised, neither at that time nor later on when the queen's third son came, a beautiful and handsome boy, whom she loved more than anything else in the world. He was brought up and educated in his father's house until he was full grown, and still his brothers had never seen or heard anything about the witch to whom they had promised him before he was born.
It happened one evening that there arose a raging storm, with mist and darkness. It howled and roared around the king's palace, and in the midst of it there came a loud knock on the door of the hall where the youngest prince was. He went to the door and found there an old woman with a dough-trough on her back, who said to him that he must go with her at once; his brothers had promised him to her if she would save their lives.
'Yes,' said he; 'if you saved my brothers' lives, and they promised me to you, then I will go with you.'
They therefore went down to the beach together, where he had to take his seat in the trough, along with the witch, who sailed away with him, over the sea, home to her dwelling.
The prince was now in the witch's power, and in her service. The first thing she set him to was to pick feathers. 'The heap of feathers that you see here,' said she, 'you must get finished before I come home in the evening, otherwise you shall be set to harder work.' He started to the feathers, and picked and picked until there was only a single feather left. But then there came a whirlwind and sent all the feathers flying, and swept them along the floor into a heap, where they lay as if they were trampled together. He had to begin all his work over again, but by this time it there was only an hour until dusk, when the witch was to be expected home, and he easily saw that it was impossible for him to be finished by that time.
Then he heard something tapping at the window pane, and a beautiful voice said, 'Let me in, and I will help you.' It was a white dove, which sat outside the window, and was pecking at it with its beak. He opened the window, and the dove came in and set to work at once, and picked all the feathers out of the heap with its beak. Before the hour was past the feathers were all nicely arranged: the dove flew out at the window, and at, the same moment the witch came in at the door.
'Well, well,' said she, 'it was more than I would have expected of you to get all the feathers put in order so nicely. However, such a prince might be expected to have neat fingers.'
Next morning the witch said to the prince, 'Today you shall have some easy work to do. Outside the door I have some firewood lying; you must split that for me into little bits that I can kindle the fire with. That will soon be done, but you must be finished before I come home.'
The prince got a little axe and set to work at once. He split and clove away, and thought that he was getting on fast; but the day wore on until it was long past midday, and he was still very far from having finished. He noticed that the pile of wood grew bigger than smaller, the more he took off it; so he let his hands fall by his side, and dried the sweat from his forehead, and was ill at ease, for he knew that it would be bad for him if he was not finished with the work before the witch came home.
Then the white dove came flying and settled down on the pile of wood, and cooed and said, 'Shall I help you?'
'Yes,' said the prince, 'many thanks for your help yesterday, and for what you offer today.'
Then the little dove seized one piece of wood after another and split it with its beak. The prince could not take away the wood as quickly as the dove could split it, and in a short time it was all cleft into little sticks.
The dove then flew up on his shoulder and sat there. The prince thanked it, and stroked and caressed its white feathers, and kissed its little red beak. Suddenly it was no longer a dove, but a very beautiful young maiden, who stood by his side. She told him then that she was a princess whom the witch had stolen when she was very young, and had changed to this shape, but from his kiss she had got her human form again; and if he would be faithful to her, and take her to be his wife, she could free them both from the witch's power.
The prince was quite captivated by the beautiful princess, and was quite willing to do anything whatsoever to get her for himself. She then said to him, 'When the witch comes home you must ask her to grant you a wish, when you have accomplished all that she has demanded of you. When she agrees to this you must ask her straight out for the princess that she keeps as a white dove. You must take a red silk thread and tie it round my little finger, so you will be able to recognize me in whatever shape she turns me into.'
The prince quickly tied a red silk thread round her little white finger; then the princess suddenly became a dove again and flew away, and immediately after that the old witch came home with her dough-trough on her back.
'Well,' said she, 'I must say that you are clever at your work, even though such princely hands are not accustomed to this labor.'
'Since you are so well pleased with my work, said the prince, 'you will, no doubt, be willing to give me wish, and give me something that I have taken a fancy to.'
'Oh yes, indeed,' said the old woman; 'what is it that you want?'
'I want that princess you keep in the shape of a white dove,' said the prince.
'What nonsense!' said the witch. 'Why should you imagine that there are princesses here flying about in the shape of white doves? But if you will have a princess, you can get one such as we have them.' She then came to him, dragging a shaggy little grey donkey with long ears. 'Will you have this?' said she; 'you can't get any other princess!'
The prince used his eyes and saw the red silk thread on one of the donkey's hooves, so he said, 'Yes, just let me have it.'
'What will you do with it ?' asked the witch.
'I will ride on it,' said the prince; with that the witch dragged it away again, and came back with an ugly old, wrinkled, toothless hag, whose hands trembled with age. 'You can have no other princess,' said she. 'Will you have her?'
'Yes, I will,' said the prince, for he saw the red silk thread on the old woman's finger.
At this the witch became so furious that she danced about and knocked everything to pieces that she could lay her hands upon, so that the splinters flew about the prince; and the princess, who now stood there in her own beautiful shape.
Then their marriage had to be celebrated, for the witch had to stick to what she had promised, and he must get the princess, whatever might happen afterwards.
The princess now said to him, 'At the marriage feast you may eat what you please, but you must not drink anything, for if you do that you will forget me.'
This, however, the prince forgot on the wedding day, and stretched out his hand and took a cup of wine; but the princess was keeping watch over him, and gave him a push with her elbow, so that the wine flew over the table-cloth.
Then the witch got up and destroyed the plates and dishes, so that the sharp pieces flew about them, just like she had done when she did not succeed the first time. The prince and princess were then taken to the bridal chamber, where they would sleep, and the door was locked behind them.
Then the princess said, 'Now the witch has kept her promise, but she will try and kill us in the morning, so we must go immediately. I shall lay two enchanted pieces of wood in the bed to answer for us when the witch comes and speaks to us through the door to make sure we have not escaped. Take the flower-pot and the glass of water by the window, and then we must slip out through the window and get away.'
No sooner said than done. They escaped out the window and hurried off out into the dark night. The princess lead, because she knew the way, having spied it out while she flew about as a dove.
At midnight the witch came to the door of the room and called in to check on them, and the two pieces of wood answered her, so that she believed they were there. The witch went away. Before daybreak she was at the door again and called to them, and again the pieces of wood answered for them. She thus thought that she had them and they had not escaped. When the sun rose the bridal night was past: she had kept her promise to let the prince have the white dove princess, and could now vent her anger and take revenge on both of them. With the first sunbeam she broke into the room, but there she found no prince and no princess--nothing but the two pieces of enchanted firewood, which lay in the bed, and stared, and spoke not a word. These she threw on the floor, so that they were splintered into a thousand pieces, and off she hastened after the fugitives.
With the first sunbeam the princess said to the prince, 'Look round; do you see anything behind us?'
'Yes, I see a dark cloud, far away,' said he.
'Then throw the flower-pot behind you, over your head,' said she. When this was done there was a large thick forest behind them. When the witch came to the forest she could not get through it until she went home all the way home and got her axe to cut a path.
A little after this the princess said again to the prince, 'Look round; do you see anything behind us?'
'Yes,' said the prince, 'the big black cloud is behind us again.'
'Throw the glass of water behind you, over your head,' said she. When he had done this there was a great lake behind them, and this the witch could not cross until she ran home again and got her dough-trough to cross the lake with.
Meanwhile the fugitives had reached the castle which was the prince's home. They climbed over the garden wall, ran across the garden, and crept in at an open window on the side of the castle. By this time the witch was just at their heels, down below the prince and princess who were looking out the window. The princess leaned out the window and blew down upon the witch; hundreds of white doves flew out of her mouth, fluttered and flapped around the witch's head until she grew so angry that she turned into flint, and there she stands to this day, in the shape of a large flint stone, below the window.
Within the castle there was great rejoicing over the prince and his bride. His two elder brothers came and knelt before him and confessed what they had done, and said that he alone should inherit the kingdom, be the king, and they would always be his faithful subjects. They were his subjects until they found their own princesses and then made their own castles.